“A word is an image, and therefore denies its verbal essence. An image must be read, thus betraying itself. My work is a struggle with the problem of meaning. Ideas are presented as text. The work can be read. Or can it?

Words float up to the surface of the work, asking to be read, promising

meaning, giving you something to hold on to. The calligraphy pulls in a different direction. Calligraphy is a movement that you see after the fact. A movement that reveals a state of mind, a state of body. But also a language, if you can only figure out which one. To read calligraphy is to use all your faculties at once. Like all art, calligraphy is a struggle to convince ourselves that our experience is a unity, that the world makes sense.”